If you want.
But you've got time on that front, I'm heading to bed soon.
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Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.
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Careful with that hair before the heroine gets face-slapped.
Or butt slapped.
Or butt slapped.
Well of course she isn't. She's a media mogul and also a super villain!
Posted. If need be I can add in a planet.
"Unity, this is Citadel Tower, you are clear for departure. Good luck"
The response from the Citadel came with Rayne flipping a toggle upwards. The engine kicked on, causing the ship to slightly rock forward. The landing clasps holding the ship in dock were being removed and slowly Rayne moved a handle downward, letting the Unity float as the docking clamps fell away. She was more focused on making sure the ship didn't stall out and come crashing down to remark about the clear breach of personal protocol, but it was added to the list. Right under 'Successful Takeoff'.
As the final clamp was lifted away, Rayne placed both hands on the steering throttle and pushed them towards her. The Unity drifted backwards, pulling away from the dock. Slow and easy Rayne went, ensuring nothing came into contact with the ship, that she pulled away from the landing pad. This was the easy part. In flight school, students had more trouble with landing and docking than they did with taking off. She never understood why, landing was easy too. It was high-conflict maneuvers that were the hard part, but the simulators didn't have much of those. Trial by fire proved to be a far better learning tool.
With the Unity clear of the landing zone, Rayne turned the throttle, the ship spinning to the right, its front now pointing out of the Citadel and out towards space. With a push of the throttle forwards, the Unity was off, its thrusters putting in the work and lighting up the path behind them. "Teague," the voice of the commanding officer sounded in her comm, "Chart a course for the Caleston Rift. Talava System."
The Caleston Rift was situated in the Terminus Systems. Made sense. Going to an area of space outside of Citadel control. Though with the threat of the Reapers, what sectors even were under Citadel control anymore? Rayne input co-ordinates as the Unity approached the nearby Mass Relay, the warp core already booting up. "You had one rule, infantryman," Rayne spoke to the Turian intruder as she flew towards the Relay, her gaze still locked dead ahead, focused and clear, "One simple rule. But you decided you'd rather be cute and make a joke. Not the best start to our working relationship."
The Unity pulled up alongside the Relay and in a sudden burst they were shot forward, warping towards the Terminus Systems. In the middle of their warp, Rayne turned around in her chair and in one motion stood up and slapped her open palm across the Turian's right cheek, Or what she figures was the Turian equivalent. Slapping a Turian was not like slapping a human. Not as soft. But the gesture was the same. "You had your warning. My bridge is off limits to you grunt types. I don't need you distracting me or whatever it is you do."
The Unity came out of warp in the Caleston Rift. Rayne returned to her seat and picked up the controls once more. They were well on their way to the Talava system. And she hadn't crashed yet. So far, so good.
The response from the Citadel came with Rayne flipping a toggle upwards. The engine kicked on, causing the ship to slightly rock forward. The landing clasps holding the ship in dock were being removed and slowly Rayne moved a handle downward, letting the Unity float as the docking clamps fell away. She was more focused on making sure the ship didn't stall out and come crashing down to remark about the clear breach of personal protocol, but it was added to the list. Right under 'Successful Takeoff'.
As the final clamp was lifted away, Rayne placed both hands on the steering throttle and pushed them towards her. The Unity drifted backwards, pulling away from the dock. Slow and easy Rayne went, ensuring nothing came into contact with the ship, that she pulled away from the landing pad. This was the easy part. In flight school, students had more trouble with landing and docking than they did with taking off. She never understood why, landing was easy too. It was high-conflict maneuvers that were the hard part, but the simulators didn't have much of those. Trial by fire proved to be a far better learning tool.
With the Unity clear of the landing zone, Rayne turned the throttle, the ship spinning to the right, its front now pointing out of the Citadel and out towards space. With a push of the throttle forwards, the Unity was off, its thrusters putting in the work and lighting up the path behind them. "Teague," the voice of the commanding officer sounded in her comm, "Chart a course for the Caleston Rift. Talava System."
The Caleston Rift was situated in the Terminus Systems. Made sense. Going to an area of space outside of Citadel control. Though with the threat of the Reapers, what sectors even were under Citadel control anymore? Rayne input co-ordinates as the Unity approached the nearby Mass Relay, the warp core already booting up. "You had one rule, infantryman," Rayne spoke to the Turian intruder as she flew towards the Relay, her gaze still locked dead ahead, focused and clear, "One simple rule. But you decided you'd rather be cute and make a joke. Not the best start to our working relationship."
The Unity pulled up alongside the Relay and in a sudden burst they were shot forward, warping towards the Terminus Systems. In the middle of their warp, Rayne turned around in her chair and in one motion stood up and slapped her open palm across the Turian's right cheek, Or what she figures was the Turian equivalent. Slapping a Turian was not like slapping a human. Not as soft. But the gesture was the same. "You had your warning. My bridge is off limits to you grunt types. I don't need you distracting me or whatever it is you do."
The Unity came out of warp in the Caleston Rift. Rayne returned to her seat and picked up the controls once more. They were well on their way to the Talava system. And she hadn't crashed yet. So far, so good.
Sorry, no food eating. :3
So, this was how the lower class lived and interacted. It wasn't awful, but the closeness between Brian and Amelia was incredibly strange, especially given their supposed lack of a relationship beyond the friendship level. Though, Valerie surmised, based on the slight private conversation she and Amelia had shared, Valerie was starting to wonder if their lack of a relationship came from a lack of attraction, physically, from one of the two. But she thought it best not to pry. The last thing she needed was to get invested into the private and personal affairs of two strangers she met at a club.
An audible scoff came from Valerie as the food was set at the table, and it grew louder as both Amelia and Brian began eating. It was bad enough to be ordering food at a night club, but half of it was fried food. Instead of indulging in the meal, Valerie drank down her glass of Cristal before beginning to pour herself a second. "Honestly, you two eating that crap is more likely to scare me off than drunk dancing. You haven't been to the office Christmas parties. Any dancing you do, drunk or otherwise, will look amazing in comparison."
Just thinking about the party three years ago, where one of the temp hires got so drunk that he ran around the office with his pants around his ankles and then attempted to dance only before passing out in a cubicle, was enough to make Valerie visibly shudder. "The Cristal is on my tab, but you're on your own for the food. I might be more generous and cover your drinks."
She let her remarks about the drinks the two were drinking stay firmly in her mind. If only because she was trying to be civil.
An audible scoff came from Valerie as the food was set at the table, and it grew louder as both Amelia and Brian began eating. It was bad enough to be ordering food at a night club, but half of it was fried food. Instead of indulging in the meal, Valerie drank down her glass of Cristal before beginning to pour herself a second. "Honestly, you two eating that crap is more likely to scare me off than drunk dancing. You haven't been to the office Christmas parties. Any dancing you do, drunk or otherwise, will look amazing in comparison."
Just thinking about the party three years ago, where one of the temp hires got so drunk that he ran around the office with his pants around his ankles and then attempted to dance only before passing out in a cubicle, was enough to make Valerie visibly shudder. "The Cristal is on my tab, but you're on your own for the food. I might be more generous and cover your drinks."
She let her remarks about the drinks the two were drinking stay firmly in her mind. If only because she was trying to be civil.
But eating would make Valerie into a hypocrite!
Hmmm, to eat bar food or not to eat bar food
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